Though I may smile alot and be joyful, it's been a hard year and a half so I haven't laughed as much as I previously had. I'm not laughing today either but I feel the need to write if only as a cautionary tale. About 10 days ago I was scratching an itch on my left calf, the front of said calf and my skin, being as thin as it is, was torn off. I put neosporin and a bandage on it and went about my business. The next day I took the bandage off to let it dry to scab over. That was the plan anyway but we plan and the universe laughs so that was not what was to be.
Upon removing the bandage I discover that just below the scrape is not just a small hole but a black little hole looking ugly. So I neosporin and bandage it again and hope for the best while watching my foot and leg swell up. That was last Thursday, over a week ago. I check it Friday morning and another big black spot has appeared, looking more like a bruise with no obvious hole. Oh dear. I decide to keep it covered mostly to keep flies off of it since they are everywhere out here. By 3pm my skin feels hot yet I have the chills so I lay down. Where I stayed until 11 the next morning when my little sister called. I told her about it and she insisted that I see a doctor on Monday. Well alrighty then. I'm not going to argue since I feel like I got hit at and missed but shit at and hit and honestly I just wanted to feel better.
Later that afternoon my neighbor stopped by to check on me and said to put a slice of onion on it to draw out the infection. I did and the swelling was down Sunday morning but it looked and felt nasty. By Monday morning I was on the phone early to see the doctor but couldn't get in until Tuesday afternoon. I'm a patient soul and bide my time. Finally I get to see her and it turns out to be a staph infection and the only thing one can do is antibiotics which I tend to be allergic to but she says there's one we can try that doesn't end with an n (as in penicillin, amoxicillin, eurethramyacin, etc) but she wants to make sure I have an EpiPen handy and mine are expired. She said she'd call both prescriptions in to my pharmacy and I go my merry way. Thus began one of the worst medical FUBARs I have experienced since my hysterectomy 30 years ago.....
I called my pharmacy on Wednesday morning to discover that they were not called in (insert frowny face here) and so I call the doctor's office to discover she is out of the office for the day (now I've gone from frowny face to disgusted face) and the nurse says there is nothing in my record about any prescriptions. Grrr, really? They said they will try to contact her to call them in. Needless to say I didn't get them until yesterday morning and the leg not only looks and feels horrible but its draing and still swollen. So far no reaction to the antibiotics which is great but I likely have another week of torture to endure full well knowing that I will forever have dents in my leg after it heals. Seriously hoping that it does heal.
I have taken pictures of it every day to document this horror story but I won't add them and subject others to nightmares or worse. Suffice it to say that I highly recommend you NEVER get a staph infection because it's extremely painful as well as ugly. Oh and dangerous. If it hits your bloodstream it causes blood poisoning yikes!
In other news, I'm happy and getting married but not sure of the date and then moving back to the mainland to Louisiana where my man toy is from. His words not mine but I like it, lol. I just look forward to getting my things out of storage and being in the same space with them and him. And laughing more, a lot more
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